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A poster composed mainly in reds, crimsons, maroons, and burgandys.
"ATENTION CAMPERS!"
Counselor Quill will be suuplying all campers with suplemental material to co-inside with the classes offered by the lady Serene.
Classes shall be as follows:
Bardic Theology: A proof of existence
Bardic Theory: A proof of usefulness
- Bardic Theory lab: Students will be asigned to other classes projects in attempts to prove that the pressence of a bard really does help.
Bardic Knowledge: Knowing when NOT to fake it
Magical Devices and You, the art of survivng trying to hard.
Taking a Bow, and Bowing Out: A course in proper performance follow up.
- Taking a Bow, and Bowing Out Lab: Sudents will take turns in the mess hall during lunch [those who perform poorly will be re-asigned to mystery meat tuesdays for incentive]
The Whip: A study in its tactical, and tanilizing uses.[campers under 12 not admitted]
- The Whip Lab: Students will inquire with counselor Kanatash for their practicals in this course.
Quill sands before a small crowd of campers, most of whom seem to have taken the class purly for the sake of "ease"
Quill: Bards exist for one purpose Random Camper1: DECOY! Quill:No Random Camper2: TARGET! Quill: No Random Camper 1&2: Ooooohhhh..... Quill: Enlightne me then campers if you two know why we bards are here. :sits down to listen: RC1&2: Bards exist to make every one else feal better about their inadequicies! Quill: :fuming: While I commend your enthusiasm and vocabulary i will not allow such disrespect to be shown to my profession... LEAVE! RC1&2 leave muttering something about..: At least the creepy guy had red-shirts....
Quill composes himself and sends himself into a well rehearsed speech:
"Bards exist to try everything that they can think of to try. SNeaking past the gaurds? Sure. Killing the gaurds with a sword to the torso? Sure. Putting the Gaurds to sleep with a spell? sure. Having the gaurd signore you by sleeping with one of them, then blackmailing them with ilusory images of the acts..... maybe if you rinto that, but the option is there for we elect few whom have the desire to try verything, yet accept the sad turth that no one willr espect our efforts in anything. Yet despite this percieved short coming we soldier on, into battle, into dungeons, in the backs of seedy taverns... what ever it takes to assure the success of our friends. The bard Exists not because hw ants to.. but because no one has yet to prove to us that we should not. Eloqiuence, tradition, and beautty must all be preserve din the hearts and minds of Bards. That is why we exist!!"
At his last words quill whips around with a floruish of his crimson cape and smiles broadly to his class, now composed of two students.
Piffany: :eyes welled up with huge tears of emotion: BRAVO!
Nemesis: :scribbles down some notes: i wonder if Kanatash knows about this guys skill..... the red-shirts wont even see it coming....
Quill: that will be all for today.... it is good to see so much entus... class dismissed.
Death Paper: So now that we're finally back :waits: we have two Quori in full form trashing a………comic convention?
NJ26: And our reference god is off getting promoted. :bored: Well, we can trash some Quori dunces and get back to Erk's Place in time for the Con Contest.
Death Paper stands threateningly and growls at the Quori, who pay him no attention.
NJ26: :blink:……Hold on…
She unfolds a protesting Death Paper.
NJ26: Erk wrote more on you.
Death Paper: What?!? More? How does he do that?
NJ26: God's got mad skills. Chose it over raw power. Guess it has some perks.…………Hmmmm……………It says here that this is an Eberron where the giants managed to separate Dal Quor so completely that the Quori haven't managed to have any influence until quite recently. In addition the added talents of Sarlona advanced technology to a level only seen in Ketler's portal to the alternate multiverse.
Death Paper: So…what are we supposed to do?
NJ26: :censored: It didn't write that.
"Shining Savior Armor come forth!"
So after a somewhat exciting day with the crew, the campers have decided to fall asleep, or trance, or tinker, or cause the deaths of untold redshirts. Y'know, the usual. One boy in the Spleen Dormitory drags a goat into the room. He also bears several black candles and a piece of chalk.
Random Bully: Oh, so we have a momma's boy! Sayin' 'is prayers, eh?
Robrand: Oh, shut it. The world would probably be a better place if we all said our prayers at night.
Random Bully: Wow, fellows, we have two momma's boys! You know what we do with momma's boys, right?
In Wexlshlorp Dorm-
Piffany: Anyway, like, that Robrand... He's sooo hot. Don't you agree Shadow?
Shadow: I don't know... He's kind of wierd... But that riedran boy; I love his eyes...
Piffany: Oooh, yeah he's cute, but he's kind of an *******. Did you see what he tried to do to Nemisis?
Shadow: Yeah, but, who says she didn't deserve it? She is really creepy... I mean that ghost-guy took her on as a TA...
They both hear a clank followed by a scraping sound of a key in a lock.They turn around and see Nemisis locking herself into a set of chains. She just finished with her leg restraints and is now locking herself into her manacles.
Piffany: Oh! Um Hi Nemisis, We didn't see you... errr... why are you locking yourself into-
Nemisis: -These? *hefts chain*, I dunno... I've never been able to sleep without them. Kind of wierd now that I think about it.
There are screams from Spleen Dorm. Long, terrible screams. Screams for parents, for brothers, for gods, for many things. But not one does any good.
Wexlschlorp Dorm-
SFXDemon: KNOCK, KNOCK...
- There is a knocking on the door.*
Piffany: I wonder who that is?
Piffany walks over to the door and opens it. Griswald and three other guys are standing around sheepishly.
Piffany: Oh! Hi, Griswald, right?
Griswald: Yeah. Uh, hi... ummm this is Wexlshlorp Dorm, right?
Piffany: Yeah...
Griswald: Ummmm... *All the boys outside show the back of their left hands*
Piffany: Um. Um. That can't be right. Um.
Spleen Dorm-
Robrand: Well, that happens about twice every week or so. Bullies tend to try to gang up on those weaker than themselves. I've been taught a lot about bullies. I've also been to a lot of camps.
Other Boy: MMhmm.
Robrand: Though, I have to say, you probably didn't need my help.
The camera zooms out to show the flayed corpses of the two bullies, ritually dismembered in a pentagram of chalk, surrounded by black candles.
Other Boy: Yeah, they were pansies. My name's Ernest.
Robrand: Robrand.
Piffany:Ummm... Mr Kithle?
Kithle: Mmm?
Piffany: Ummm... Was there a... mistake in the housing situation?
Kithle: No. Why?
Piffany: Ummm...Isn't Wexlschlorp a girl's dorm?
Kithle: No, all the dorms are co-ed.
Piffany: Er. But... That's improper!
Kithle: Do I care?
Griswald: But they're girls! They have.... err... no, cooties are actually quite tasty, umm... I think they have cluties.
Kithle: Oh. Yeah. Hmm... No, girls do not have cluties. Actually, you're right. Cootie dumplings do sound quite tasty, although they probably aren't very healthy. Anyway, stop wasting my time! I have important things to do that do not involve you. Beat it! *Thinks to self, tell Norbaz about that recipe!*.
Terrek pauses for a moment and takes up his glass, swirls it for a moment, then sips it attentively.
Terrek: Ah… I never get over how good this wine is. It’s really quite delicate; bruises very easily, though my servants do a fantastic job seeing that it doesn’t.
Lisa: So what happened? What’d you do with all the demons?
Terrek: (sets glass down slowly) Oh; I killed them.
Lisa: But they swore allegiance to you! They surrendered!
Terrek: (shakes his head) No no no, it wasn’t like that. I killed them all, yes, but I didn’t slaughter them like you’re thinking. As I’ve already said, demons are a rebellious lot, eventually they betrayed me. Not all at once mind you. I’d personally reduced the population of the plane by a couple thousand, not to mention all the others that my men had killed. No, they always sought some kind of power and whenever a small group of them thought that they might have enough power to take me on, they went for it. Over the past couple hundred years, I’ve had to kill nearly all of those that had originally surrendered. Several of them still live and they are among the most powerful beings on the plane. That’s why I dampen certain types of powers here. Frankly, I’ve nothing to fear from a fighter’s pure martial ability, but a paladin’s smite (glances at Lisa) might prove more problematic. Those beings that I feel have nothing to gain by betraying me are granted much more leniency than those that would see me overthrown. As a rule, all who enter my plane are stripped of their powers until I decide how far they can be trusted; I’ll grant you most of yours back after dinner.
Terra: How often do you get new arrivals?
Terrek: Well, in the early years after the war, I opened the gates of my plane for all to enter. Back then, I hadn’t yet begun limiting people’s powers. Naturally this caused me some problems, but I dealt with them (flexes claws). A couple hundred years ago I decided to all but close off access to my realm. Beings only get in when I personally let them. Usually I don’t get too many; the occasional powerful wizard or sorcerer but for the most part my realm is closed.
Lisa: So if you didn’t create this plane, then how do you have so much control over it?
Terrek: Ah! Yes, I was getting to that. As I’ve told you, everything comes with a price, so to did the god that gave me my ability to devour souls demand something in return. Now, I only need about one souls a day to sustain me. The rest are sort of “stored,” kind of like how the body stores energy in fat. The god appeared to me again and told me that he wanted the souls of some of the demons I’d eaten. Now, at this point I was nearly as powerful as I am now when on Ebberon. The souls he wanted were those of the demon lords and that of Ther’nen. I offered him the souls of many more demons as well and he told me how to infuse the realm with my own energy, making it in many ways a reflection of myself. This was, in effect a way to ascend to godhood, albeit only here. I’ve since bound the realm completely to my will such that with the slightest thought I can accomplish anything I wish. Unfortunately the magic that binds things to my will prevents anything from crossing to Ebberon. Hence, I could not use those powers to create an all-powerful weapon and then use it there. That is the reason for my lab. Things done through more… traditional means can still be brought over. Also, since I’m am the be all and end all here I can’t get more powerful while here, hence the reason I spend so much time in Ebberon.
13: Hey, chief, we got something that you should see over here!
OOcat (sleepy): What?
13 points out Endless_Helix's post. OOcat reads it over.
OOcat: So?
13: I think your insanity bled over into other people. This makes no sense.
OOcat: (yawn) And?
13: And I'm just worried that if people acquire your brand of sanity they'll get wise to the true state of being. Then I'm out of a job as a god.
OOcat: For the record, that's not my insanity. Just because he's quoting my favorite author doesn't mean it came from me. Bunny?
Bunny: You want me to show him the Vault of Stupid Sentient Tricks?
OOcat: I've got to work on a campaign setting, I…………(looks over end of post)………scuse me.
OOcat: Kithle?
Kithle: Huh? Hey, what are you doing here?
OOcat: I happen to have a recipe book with clootie dumplings in it.
Kithle - Besides who's worse the boys... or nemisis.
Shadow - point
Robrands - How do I approach her?
Ernest - huh?
Robrands - Sorry didn't mean to say that out loud.
Ernest - Whos the girl?
Robrands - The "Lady" is Serene.
Ernest - Who?
Robrands - You must not have had her class yet.
NJ26: :eek: Wow, I didn't think you could get armor that…:thinks:
Death Paper: Skin-tight?
NJ26: No.
Death Paper: Shiney?
NJ26: No.
Death Paper: Covered in holy symbols?
NJ26: …dress-shaped.
Death Paper: Word.
Quori 1 (sighting Shining Princess): Gah!
Quori 2: :eek: It's…
"Monty Python's Flying Circus!"
John Cleese: And now…for something…completely different.
[QUOTE=Alpha_Moose]In the half-dragon entry, it says that this race is the result of when a dragon uses Alter Self to become a humanoid, and impregnates a real humanoid. My question is, what happens when a human uses a polymorph spell to become an elf, then inpregnates a real elf. Is the resulting child an elf, or a half-elf? Taking it one step futher, what if a druid uses Wild Shape, becomes a wolf, and impregnates a wolf? Would the child be a wolf, or some sort of half-wolf? For arguments sakes, assume they are all really drunk. :D[/QUOTE] Caralot: Tried that. It's a lot of fun. Results in a half-were.
OOcat: The question is druid/wolf, neither of which is were.
Caralot: :confused: :lightbulb
OOcat: :banghead:
Jarlot: Good morning campers!
Remaining Campers: Good Morning Captain Jarlot...
Jarlot: We're going to... hmmm... can't read that bit... or that bit... ummm... Does that say "cornhusk"? Ummm. Jolly sod off and do something, capisce?
Remaining Campers: Yes, Captain Jarlot.
Kithle: *Thinks to self: NEVER, EVER, ALLOW JARLOT TO WRITE HIS OWN SPEECHES!* *Slaps self on forehead*
Klaz: Now look eah' little mates! This is what we call a tricerotrox. It's got three horns, razor sharp teeth, claws like you wouldn't believe, and a tail like a 'ammer. It's a beautiful shiela ain't it? Now, I'm going to try to touch it, does anyone want to try first? Ummm... you in the back, with the green shirt, yea, whats your name, chum?
Kid with the Green Shirt: Oi'm Turgut.
Klaz: Turgut, eh? Crikey, sound like yer got a bit of ginger in yeh. Alrigh' just run over there and touch it. When it's not lookin', like. Now!
Turgut runs over and slaps it right on the ass. The tricerotrox roars, rears and crushes Turgut with very little thought. It also begins running toword the main group.
Klaz: And now is when we run like hell, poppets.
Robrand: No, really? Aren't you going to really **** it off first?
Klaz: Hmm...
Vrin: Dude, he's got a point.
Klaz charges over to the dino, manages to lead it off into the woods, and begins really ******* it off. There's some roaring for a while, which tapers down into a whimper. Theres some really disturbing sounds coming out of that copse of trees.
Robrand: I completely regret saying that now.
Vrin: Could be worse. You could have to tape it.
Devon: Alright, I am here to teach you the noble art of poetry. Poetry is the art of nobility and I am here to teach you it. To write poetry you must first begin with a rhyme scheme.
Ernest: Like, 1. Write a poem. 2. ??? 3. Rule the world?
Devon: Ummm... Not quite. Here, let me demonstrate. "There was a man from Nantucket..."
Jarlot: And then the Devourer dove onto Arawai and began to...
The entire class shuts off their ears.
Liam is talking with Piffany about her time at camp.
Piffany: ...And that Kanatash guy is icky!
Liam: I know, but once you get used to him, he's not that bad.
Piffany: Not that bad? He was having people torture those poor redshirts! Just to find their names!
Liam: I hate to break it to you, but that's sort of the point of redshirts here. Wait, getting their names?
Piffany: Yeah. What's so important about names?
Liam: There's a power to names here. I need to go.
Liam searches the halls for Kanatash.
Liam: Kanatash, what got into you?
Kanatash: Why do you presume to yell at me?
Liam: Every "successful" subject in your torture class had his or her name revealed in the prescence of your Entity, who had to be there by the very rules of the world, and where one Entity is, they all are. The redshirts are named, now! They have plot protection. THEY- CAN'T- DIE!
Kanatash: You have a very valid point, there. On the other hand, most of them just revealed their first name, or died shortly thereafter. I don't think there is much of a problem.
Liam: I hope not.
Beryl - Am I even a crew member anymore?
Caralot - Why are you complaining?
Lisa's various sisters - BECAUSE WE'RE PLOTTING REVENGE/FAMILY REUNION AND THE TARGET ISN'T HERE!!! :mad:
Lunch hour
Serene - Satnak? Where are you?
Satnak - Over here!
Serene - :OMG! Where did you get that food, turkey, pie,... whatever that is (crepes), the menu says its chili today!?
Satnak - ... :embarrass I know a few recipes, besides the chili they use for the camp is too mild.
Serene - Where did you get the time?
Satnak - Astral construct to watch it when nothing delicate was required, a little t.k. when something needed mixing or moving. Gotta keep up with practice.
Serene - Its lovely, lets eat :D
Satnak - :)
As they settle down to enjoy the spread...
Robrands - Hello ladies, May I join you. I hate to sound like a beggar, but the chili scares me.
Satnak - Pansy.
Robrands - *glare*
Satnak - *ONE-EYED GLARE*
Robrands - *blinks*
Serene - Of course I won't need all this, and a chef never likes their own cooking.
Satnak - True I'd hate to have to box this bird up.
Robrands - My thanks.
OOCrystalforged: I think you're overestimating the power of plot protection there Liam.
Liam: What do you mean? I've studied the crew, none of them ever die, they just fade into the background.
OOCrystalforged: Ok, for one, that’s not strictly true. Remember Aerith/Brianna? They're dead, supposedly permanently. True, that was a plot device created by their progenitor entity but still. More importantly you have to remember that crewmembers die all the time, just look at Dooj, he's been taken out dozens of times. The only reason they keep coming back is that one or more of the entities care enough about them to bring them back, if an entity doesn't care to bring them back the stay dead.
Liam: I hope you're right...
OOCrystalforged: Trust me, there have been dozens of named characters slaughter on board that haven't come back.
Kanatash: :bored: Trust you? That seems like a recipe for disaster.
OOCrystalforged: (SLAP) Don't get mouthy on me boy, your bothering me.
Kanatash: (icy stare) We'll "discuss" that later, I've got a class to get to now.
Robrands - Lady Serene, may I inquire as to how a gentle personage fell into such rough company?
Serene - What do you mean?
Robrands - :eek: ... I mean it must be dangerous for a beautifull woman such as yourself to be constantly surrounded by murderous scoundrels.
Serene - Oh no the rest of the crew has been very nice to me.
Satnak - :D (i.h.h. even micheal can behave with the threat of brutal castration hanging over him)
Robrands - What about all the trouble these rapscallions get into?
Serene - I tend to avoid fighting, Satnak protects me.
Robrands - I see. (i.h.h. so she's protected by the terrible titan)
Satnak - (i.h.h. feh this kids a weakling no threat to Serene) I gotta go feed the cat, and the dragon.
Serene - Which one is fluffy again?
Satnak - heh heh -hugs Serene- later. exit
Robrands - i say pretty shoddy of her to leave like that what kind of bodygaurd is she?
Serene - She's not, she's my girlfriend.
Robrands - Oh. (i.h.h. thats right girls call each other that)
Serene - (i.h.h. good now he wont try to persue me and Satnak won't flatten him) Pass the funny bready things.
Robrands - THe crepes?
Serene - Yeah thats what she called them.
OOKaizer: I just noticed we've hit over 100,000 views! This calls for something special...hmmmmm... :thinks: :lightbulb I'll do my special happy dance! :dancin:
OORei: :eek: For the love of all that is holy, stop that!!! :gah:
OOUrial: :banghead: MY EYES! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY EYES!!!!!! IT BURNS!!!! :surrender
OOKaizer: It wasn't that bad... :allalone:
OOcat: Hey, I liked it. In fact, let me add my talents in—
WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!
OOcat: *groan*
Bunny: Now you know how I hate violence that doesn't result in death, so don't make me do that again.
Kithle - What the hell is this? Sweet Kybher Why am I wearing thong?
Marish - Better question why not me?
Robrands - Lady Serene, I would-
Serene - I'm sorry, but The lunch hour is almost over, could you run and get some campers to finish this off its a bit of a walk to the next class. -exits-
Robrands - accursed timetables... Hey Nemisis, Piffany, Ernest get over her I scored some real food.
Gabrielle: (the elf girl from before) Do you have any idea how unhealthy this stuff is?
Cool Cthultu : Yeah, but the Munchies will not be satisfied by anything less.
Linus: Where'd you get all this?
Cool Cthultu : You'll learn that next class.
The group stands around a table covered in all manner of junk food. Chips, pork rinds, cookies, cheetos, and the like.
Melinda: (Kalashtar girl from before) *looks a pork rinds* You expect me to eat that? I think I'm gonna hurl...
Durgoth: (half-orc boy from before) That's the problem with you psychics. No constitution.
Melinda: :mad: What did you say?!
Cool Cthultu : Now, now, calm down. Trust me, this is all you'll want to eat after a few puffs of the magic leaf.
(about 1/2 an hour later)
The group is deep into the pile as white smoke fills the air. They lounge about on several conveniently placed couches and recliners.
Durgoth: Dude...
Gabrielle: I totally know what you mean.
Melinda: Hey, hey, check this out. What...what if our whole world...is like...a giant videogame.
Gabrielle: Whoa. You just, like, blew my mind.
Durgoth: That's deep stuff there, man.
Linus: *puff* What if we exist only as electrons on a vast network of information? And further, what if our existance is solely for the amusement of a bunch of nerds?
Gabrielle: Whoa! That's, like, wicked awesome, dude.
Melinda: Word.
Durgoth: I think you're trippin', man.
Cool Cthultu : (I.h.h.) This one has progressed further than expected. He already grasps the truth of our world and he doesn't even realize it.
Ernest - (munching on the last turkey leg) So that was Serene, no wonder you got it so bad, she is hot.
Piffany - Yeah, Like glad she doesn't live anywhere near home, I'd never stand a chance.
Nemisis - *scarfing the crepes* too bad for you she's already in a relationship
Robrands - WHAT!? :eek: :confused: how do you know that?
Nemisis - You learn to read people in my line of work, admittedly love isn't my specialty... but she sends off all sorts of alarm bells.
Shadow - Like what?
Nemisis - You know that sword she carries?
Robrands - Many bards carry swords.
Nemisis - Her scabbard is locked, you never see her hold it as if ready to draw, she avoids fighting, notice how she is always the first to stop a fight? I'd say that sword is a gift, from someone special, the same person who gave her that gem in her bracelet. She gets the same slightly dreamy look in her eye when she touches them. Find out where she got those and you will find out who she is seeing.
Robrands - By the Mockery's eye sockets this will not stand I will find this unworthy brute who stands in my path and flay them alive.
A notice hangs near the entrance to a field. It reads: "earn your safety by getting named and stated" by Counselor Nalfein.
In very, very small letters at the bottom, obscured by a small tree, it also reads: "by stepping onto this field, you forfeit all claims to life for the duration of the exercise"
Nalfein: Hello and welcome to "The Art of Not Being Seen". Those of you who survive will receive the privalege of having your names and stats shown to the Entities, providing you a small amount of protection from the crew. This is, however, not mean't as a permanent guarantee of your safety. The Entities reserve the right to smite you when and where it is funny.
Girl 1: *raises her hand* What, exactly, does this test entail?
Girl 2: Weren't you paying attention? Don't be seen!
Girl 1: Yeah, but, why don't we want to be seen?
Nalfein: An excellent question. You see, I have a spellbook full of Fireballs, a complete disregard for spells per day limits, and an itchy trigger finger.
All: :eek:
Nalfein: You have 5 minutes to hide. *leaves*
(five minutes later)
Nalfein: *returns* Is everyone ready?
Boy: *from somewhere near a tree* Yes!
- KAFWOOOOOOOOMMMM*
Nalfein: Now you see the value of not being seen. Before we begin, I'm going to take roll.
Looking through the signup sheet, he picks out a name at random.
Nalfein: Peter?
Boy: *behind a bush* Yes?
- KAFWOOOOOOOOMMMM*
Nalfein: Helen?
Girl: *in a shallow ditch* Gulp...
- KAFWOOOOOOOOMMMM*
Nalfein: George?
Boy: Oh shi-!
- KAFWOOOOOOOOMMMM*
Nalfein: Tessa?
- silence*
Nalfein: Tessa has learned the first lesson of not being seen. Not to speak up. Let's get around of applause for her, shall we?
- hesitant clapping eminates from several locations, followed quickly by the immolation of said locations*
Nalfein: :devil: :evillaugh :mage:
Campers - It itches it itches
boomboomboomboomboomboomboomboom
Nalfien - Who rigged my field with delayed action itch powder bombs?
Disarray - That would be me shortfuse.
Nalfien - *fir-
Dissarray - *click*
Nalfien - THE ITCHING OH GODS THE ITCHING!!
Nalfein: *Prestidigitation* (to himself) Ahhhhh...much better. I'll have to find out who that was. But I'll take care of that later. (out loud) Ok, children, we'll stop for a moment. Come out so I can get that powder off you.
- nothing happens*
Nalfein: *smiles evily* Very good. You have passed the second test. But you still have one problem.
A palpable sense of dread decends upon the field.
Nalfein: :devil: How long can you stay still...? All that powder should be nigh unbearable. The constant itching...unable to move...unable to scratch...
Boy: *snap* :twitch: GAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!
- KAFWOOOOOOOOMMMM*
Nalfein: Normally, I'd just wait here all night, but your next class is coming up...
The dread is replaced with a small amount of relief.
Nalfein: ...in two hours. :evillaugh
Girl: WAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! :surrender :weep:
- KAFWOOOOOOOOMMMM*
Nalfein: (i.h.h.) Maybe I won't hunt that guy down. One good Fireball ought to do it. I'll buy him a drink afterwards for this wonderful opportunity...
Advanced Magi. Sci., Day 2
Liam: Welcome back, everyone. I'm glad to see you survived the night. Today we're-
Griswald: Blowing stuff up?
Liam: Shut up, Griswald. There are two directions of Magi. Sci.: Starting with Magic and applying Scientific principles, and starting with Science and introducing Magic.
We'll start today with science, and then gradually add the magic. Let's start with Motion. The biggest magical tool in this case is teleportation, but there are other useful magicks, including the grease spell. Do you remember the perpetual motion device I described yesterday?
Entire Class: Yes.
Liam: That is a more advanced application. As I mentioned, grease is very useful in Magi. Sci. applications. It makes whatever area or object it is cast on almost completely frictionless. Now, your task for today is to create something useful, involving the grease spell. For expediency, each group will be given wands of grease, major creation, and fabricate. Now, get to work.
Satnak - what a day, honestly what are kids learning in school these days?, not a one of them knew the second thing about dirty fighting.
Serene - Second thing?
Satnak - "Your opponent can and will use your tricks against you."
Serene - that sounded like a quote
Satnak - Its also the third rule of combat for breakers, the first two are "don't lose control", and "break their legs". I need to work on control...
Serene - Control this :D *tickle barrage*
Satnak - Heh ha ha ha come ha here ha you ha ha.
Squirrel postal worker - SQUEAK
Satnak - Huh?
Serene - Oh what is it?
SP worker - Chirr-rrup
Serene - a package?!
Satnak - :rolleyes: perfect timing *SARCASM*
Serene - Its from that Robrands boy.
Satnak - What does he want?
Serene - It says "To lady Serene, in thanks for a wondeful repast."
Satnak - Hey I made that! Do you know how long it takes to track down a wild turkey?
Serene - Oh don't get huffy he probably just got things a little confused.
Satnak - Feh, what is it?
Serene - I can't get past the tape.
Satnak - Here *glare*
the tape wilts off
Serene - Oh its a Snow globe of his home town.
Volrath stands before a group of students in the lowwer deck.
Volrath: Welcome this is a class on how to survive a fight against opponent that you can't kill. Along that wall are weapons to choose from. You may take four and as much ammo as you like. I will give you ten minutes to hide inthese maze like halls and then begin hunting you. Begin!
Most of the campers grab for the massively powerful weapons such as vopral greatswords, speed wounding scimitars, and warhammers of flame burst.
After everyone else is done a little kobold boy picks up several tanglefoot bags, a wand of superior invisiblity, a wand of dimesion door, and several vials of soveriegn glue.
random camper: Why did you get wimpy stuff like that?
kobold: He said that he couldn't be killed.
random camper: He might think that, but I'll show him.
Kobold: I'd prefer not to take chances.
The campers all run into hallways to hide.
Completely pleased with himself, Robrand wanders about the campground. As he rounds a corner, a small boy knocks him over.
Robrand: Hey! Watch where you're going!
Linus: Whoa, sorry, man. I totally didn't, like, see you there.
Robrand: *getting up* Are you stoned or something?
Linus: Very. Want some?
Robrand: No! Get away from me.
Linus: C'mon, man. This is great stuff! It let's you see all kinds of thi-
He pauses in mid sentence as his eyes glaze over.
Linus: The love you persue will only end in heartbreak. And skull break. And femur break. And...*shakes his head* I love you man. *gives Robrand a BIG hug*
Robrand: Gack! Unwashed hippie! I've been violated!
Disarray - HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE :D KABOOM
A blue powder streams forth and coats the entire area.
Satnak - Bloody Mol that itch. :eek: ..es, DESEREA! :mad:
Disarray - AWwwwwwwww how many times do I have to tell you not to use that name in public.
Satnak - What public everyone else is busy finding a lake jump into.
Serene - (gotta love prestidigitation) Hello, is this a friend of yours?
Satnak - Oh yeah, This is Disarray the best 'ficer this side of a hammer. Which by the way she's not allowed to handle outside a workshop.
Disarray - One incident an they never let you forget.
Satnak - You imploded a city block, they still haven't figured out how it happened. Forbes even restricted your armory access to non-bludgeoning weapons.
Disarray - :P feh, who's this?
Satnak - THis is Serene, my... :embarrass girlfriend.
Disarray - ... Finally, i was worried about you.
Satnak - What are you doing here?
Disarray - Forbes sent me to deliver someone, I can't tell you who its a surprise.
Satnak - *Forehead palm* bloody mol
Disarray - She still a chili fiend? ;)
Serene - Oh yes I have no idea where she puts it all. ;)
Disarray - I remember one time when she was 14 she wasn't paying attention and nearly ate the bowl. I even have a picture.
Disarray pulls a square pad, and lays it flat against her palm, a 3-d picture of a young Satnak minus the tail, gemstone eyes, and grey skin marks forms in the air above. THe image shows young Satnak with a mouthful of pewter, just realizing something is wrong.
Serene - OHhahahahahahaha...heeeeeee. She's so cute.
Satnak - :embarrass
Sa'vor scowls and brushes intching powder off his form. luckly for him he'd used one of the Redshirts as a shield. Sa'vor watched the redshirt scream and writhe in pain on the ground.
Redshirt: HOST HELP ME!!! GODS ! THE ITCHING ! IIIITTTTTTTTT BURRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSS!!!
Sa'vor walked away from the redshirt, who ever he was he most likely deserved the fate he was suffering. Sa'vor felt that dark forbodeing he always felt before somthing bad happened, it had been tugging at his mind for a while now, it was even beggining to stop him sleeping. In deepest moments of the nigh, when only he and the sentries where awake he heard the tourtured screams of Tara's nightmares, Even though she said she was fine Sa'vor knew that they where getting worse. and from the tourtured look in Naz'roths eyes his nightmares where getting worse. Sa'vor felt the memories of his past flow before him, all he could see was hatred and pain, very few happy memories where there. he ran a hand along one of the many scars on his face, lessons of the past. he felt the crackle of eldritch power in his hands, he looked down at them. clenching and unclenching them.
Sa'vor: (i.h.h)Was all of this really worth it? is this power worth all the effort? what am i trying to achieve with this power?
Nothing. came the answer from the darkest depths of his mind. You have achieved nothing, you are nothing but a soldier, a mindless slave to a worthless cause. all that effort to get where you are is in Vain. all you have is the bitter memories and the deep dark hatred within you
Sa'vor: the what is my purpose?
destroy the prophecy, become free willed.
Sa'vor: I... i cant. We are nothing without it
WRONG. You dont need it! IT needs YOU.
Sa'vor: how so?
Your belife makes it strong, gives it power. belive in yourself or anyother god and its power will lessen.
Sa'vor: what will happen if i dont?
Most likely why you've seen in the future. Destruction. Desolation. one by one your companions and friends will fall around you. you will loose everything you care about, is that how you should be rewarded?
Sa'vor: no. NO it is not.
Whom do you serve?
Sa'vor: Myself
Sa'vor removed his gauntlet and stared at the mark on his hand. He created a fire before him and plunged his hand into it, He watched as the flesh burned from his hand. no longer would he bear the mark of lies. Sa'vor felt a rush of energy lance through him, He was free! but at what cost? Sa'vor frowned, if the prophecy did require belife then it would most likely send one of its followers to eliminate him. it couldnt have people know the truth. before his eyes his skin regenerated, this time without the mark. with a quick motion he banished the flames and flexed his newly regenerated hand. within him a new hatered fromed, the Prophecy would pay dearly for making it his slave... one way or another....
13: I am so glad I don't exist anymore. Otherwise I'd pretty much have to help him.
Silver: Agreed. I hate prophecies too.
Bunny: Yup. What's the fun of a death if you know it's coming?
Robrands - When I find out who's been spreading this vile powder I'll...i'll...I'll sic Nemisis on them.
Chalky - Gah! teh itchies
Kithle - Consider yourself lucky, I hadn't finished sneaking back from that *SHUDDER* thong incident.
Disarray - Ooooh shiney, gotta go, see ya
Serene - :confused:
Satnak - She does that everytime she's about to cause trouble.
Disarray - Your so cyute, come here wittle fuzzy bear.
Roosevelt - HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!! *THOCK THOCK*
Darts whip out of a panel in the wall, striking Disarray as s/he hugs Roosevelt.
Disarray: The hell? Trap darts, eh?
Roosevelt: Poisoned darts, and why aren't you dead?
Disarray: They missed my skin. They just hit some of the...oh hell... *drops Roosevelt* [SIZE=1]Itchy[/SIZE]...itchy...ITCHYITCHYITCHYITCHYITCHYITCHYITCHY!!!!!!!!
Roosevelt: :devil:
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